Wrath of the Storm
Forest 100 miles from Vale:
"It was a dark, stormy night," click,click. "The only light to show the summer colors of the trees flashed and roared," A little higher… "A lone wolf left out in the rain to hunt his prey," Come on, find the spot between the… "Even though he was alone in a foreign land he was not afraid" ...there! The roll of thunder was masked by a deafening boom as a bright blue bolt broke the darkness and streaked across the rain swept sky. It found it's mark, and tore through the flesh of the Wyvern that had finally stepped out of its cave. It died with not so much as a cry as it's brain painted the rock wall at its side. Arin released the breath he was holding with a smirk, lifted the rifle and gently blew away the drifting smoke. " See, that wasn't so hard now was it?" He said as he got up from the rock he had made his perch. "Oh yes, very easy, just lay on a rock in a storm for two hours!" He said with a huff as he compacted and returned his prized rifle back into it's hidden slot on his pack. "Now I gotta go 'confirm' the kill," he said into the rain and wind. He looked over his shoulder to the lonely tree that had given him what little shelter it could from the storm. " Yeah, just enjoy what the warm indoors feels like, and sip on the mug by all means!" He said as he jumped off the mountain cliff, waving at the hidden camera that had been watching him soak for the past two hours.
Ten minutes of jumping from tree to tree later
"Finally found your den, you slick bastard of a lizard," Arin said to the cave mouth that he had been hunting for. He tugged the hood of his light blue cloak back as he stepped inside, thankful that he bought the waterproof material to make it. Raincoats are just something that need to burn, he thought as his pack split and both "wings" moved to his side (picture ODM gear from Attack on Titan, got it? Good, there you go) he grabbed his goggles from their compartment and slipped them on. The darkness fell away as he activated the night vision lenses and looked about the cavern. The place reeked of death and rot as Arin walked on, searching for any sign that someone could possibly be alive. The storm outside echoing through the darkness of the cave, sounding somewhat muffled and helping give the cave a more ominus tone. He rounded a corner and found what he was looking for, hidden somewhat in a pile of stalagmites, a huntress, or what was left of her, as there was only a head with half her face left, long tufts of auburn hair were matted in blood. What Arin guessed was her arm lay nearby the poor girl's head,still clutching the hilt of her broken sword. Arin grabbed the sword but the arm refused to part with it. He tried to shake the arm off, it still held strong. "Sorry love but...", he said as he broke the fingers off with a sickening snap. "I need this." The arm fell to the cold stone floor with a dull thud. Looking at the remains of the head, he cut off a tuft of hair with the broken blade. He looked up and saw what must have been the Grimm's nest, "Well, fuck, you've been busy," he exclaimed as he saw the bones and rotting flesh of all the people killed by the Wyvern, thirty or more sculls as far as he could tell, maybe more.
Few minutes passed when Arin left the forsaken cave and stepped into the welcoming warm rain. He much prefered the torrential downpour and howling winds over the dark,rotting cave. Arin pulled his hood over his head, and was about to make his leave of the forest when suddenly a snap came out of the shadows. He looked to where the sound came from but all he could see was the thick foliage of the forest. He had his pack move back to his sides and two hilts extended from their respective sheaths. He drew out his twin swords, metal singing almost with glee as the blades met the stormy air, the familiar leather of their hilts warm in his hands. With a flick of his wrist Arin spun the revolver cylinders and selected the dust he wanted, flame. Another flick and a brilliant slash of fire cut through the forest and sliced the sounds origin in half. Beowolves lept out of their cover as it began to smolder in the rain. They regrouped and surrounded Arin, not that he made an effort to stop them, he simply yawned and watched as they readied themselves to pounce for the kill. Thunder roared as lightning lit up the night the beowolves snarled and snapped. "Well you mutts going to start or should I?" Arin said with a grin as he lowered his stance and prepared his blades. Suddenly there was an explosion of soil, rock, wood and dust. Everything was blasted rolled into the cave as the dust settled. "What the hell…" he began but stopped as he looked to what caused the blast that sent him and the beowolves flying. There looking down at him was a giant grimm wyvern, far larger than the one who's grey matter was still plasterer to the rock wall. "It hissed, as its forked tongue flicked through the air. It's huge leather wings tucked at its sides, grey bone plates covering its whole body like plate armor. It was easily over fifty and possibly sixty feet long. It lumbered forward, its long neck snaking toward where the brains were. Must have recognize the smell, because it roared with rage towards the black clouds above. It snapped its head in Arin's direction its red eyes blazing with fury over the loss of what must have been its child. "Oh shit," was all Arin could say before he dived forward and under the jaws of the wyvern as it lunged and snapped at the air where his head was just at a fraction of a second before. "I guess no, sorry for killing your kid,then?" Arin didn't even attempt to attack the underbelly because of all the bone plates, he just lept out from under the thing before it crushed him under foot. He quickly sheathed his swords and another hilt popped out eager to take their place. The beast moved in a blur of motion as it swiped it's jaws toward Arin again, he lept up and onto the wyvern as it's jaws sank it's fangs into the trunk of a large tree. It snapped the tree apart like a twig. Arin reached for the hilt at his side when he was bucked into the air. He looked down and saw the wyvern open it's jaws ready to catch him as he fell to his death. "Oh, hell no you don't" he cried in anger as he drew out the hilt from his pack. He was inches away from the fangs now, he saw time seem to slow as he pack snapped up and a explosion of heat and energy blasted down the wyverns gulet and over one of its eyes. Arin launched into the air, thunder and lightning booming as he rose, lifted by the jets from his pack. ( yes he can fly) he looked down at the wyvern below him, it was screeching and thrashing around in pain. Its one good eye saw Arin and in its pain fueled rage it shot into the sky after him, smoke billowing up from it's throat as it snapped at him. Arin easily spun around the beast's attack and brought out what he meant to grab before. In a flurry of moving parts, the hilt extended out and the large blade of Arin's treasured scythe shot out to its full five foot length. He shot forward and blue energy streamed down the length of the blade, and in a single swipe cleaved a wing off of the wyvern. Black mist sprayed out from the stump and the wyvern fell to the earth below, Arin reached out his hand and snapped his fingers, a bolt of pure lightning answered and struck down the wyvern in a blast of beast was a smoldering pile of pain as Arin landed in front of the creature. It weakly tried to lift its head, a pathetic whimper left where a deafening roar once was. Arin brought the scythe up and it transformed into a large, heavy machine gun. He pressed the barrel to the beast's flesh exposed temple and pulled the trigger.
Ozpin's Office,Beacon Academy, some time later:
"Well, he seems more than capable to hold his own." Ozpin said as he sipped his drink and replayed the footage again.
"He said he's been fighting his whole life and well kid got some skill to back it up at least," Qrow said, he drank from his flask as he stepped out of the shadows.
"He made that one shot from almost two miles away."
"He's powerful, more so than what we've seen or have been granted to see" Oz leaned back into his chair in thought.
" I don't know if it's a wise decision to let him stay here as a student," Glynda said as she reviewed her notes with a worried look in her eye. "If he's as powerful as you think he is he may become too dangerous to have near the students."
"All the more reason to let him stay" Qrow said gruffly. Oz looked at him curiously, "and why is that?" he asked "Simple, because…" The elevator doors opened and Arin stepped into the office. Everyone looked at him as he walked up to Ozpin's desk, lifted his hood and revealed his black and grey hair that hung messily down to his neck,surprisingly dry, and somewhat drooped over his bright blue eyes...the same color as his lightning. He quietly placed a wrapped object onto the desk and turned around. No one said anything as he neared the elevator. Arin paused just before the doors and asked "Abby Brown, what kind of girl was she?"
"Bright, happy, and always enjoyed knock knock jokes," Ozpin answered back.
"Good, I burnt the bones in the cave to ash…"Arin paused.
"Why did you do that?" Glynda questioned.
"Didn't seem right to just leave them there" Arin said as the elevator closed and a flash of lightning lit up the night. " Someone like him needs people, to help him and befriend him, if we deserted him he would have all the reason to seek revenge" Oz said as he looked back to the video in time to see Arin leap off the cliff with a grin on his face as he waved to the camera hidden in the tree. "He has heart, let's just see where that leads." he said as he sipped his coffee.